tired
It’s been a long week. I’m working on a set for “Little Prince” for a local theatre company. I feel I haven’t been the pregnant dad I need to be. Nor, in all fairness, I am getting paid, and Sarah got a pregnancy message thrown in, so I did get some proper upfront commitments.
It’s hard to come in at 1:15 and try to talk about things…when your dead tired and the wife is trying to sleep. She hasn’t been sleeping well, so what sleep she gets is precious. Last night Tony was jumping on her spleen. It’s kinda scary to have her sit up so suddenly when Tony kicks the gal bladder.
We …she…preregistered at the hospital. I think it finally hit her that we are in the “any day” time period. I have to go to north Georgia Monday, and the customer has been warned that it may not happen. Jack’s mom knows that she may get a phone call to come get him if the water breaks. I had half a mind to let him hang at the hospital for a while, but that would probably be a bit much for all concerned.
It’s close. I’m done with my show. Sarah’s miserable. Let’s get this baby going. Jack was induced at 37 weeks, so this is my first time playing the waiting game. It’s like getting punched in the face…sometimes it’s best not to know when it’s going to happen.
And Sarah just rolled her eyes.
November 17th, 2007 at 9:22 pm
Bryan, those last few weeks are rough. I used to freak my husband out every other night the last couple weeks with false labor pains until they finally induced me at 38 weeks with twins.
Hang in there.